At the very top of the tallest skyscraper in the eighteenth
biggest city in the country, there was, unsurprisingly, a whole bunch of masts
and poles. Mobile phone, GPS, short wave
radio and a few even more obscure electrical systems put waves of energy out
every second, every minute, every day.
It was far away from the ground, from water, from anything
natural. But storms brought enough of both that a seed could grow, and a flower
form.
No-one saw it, but it grew, even under all that power and
stress.
Until finally, something changed.
And The Flower woke up.
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